Love's Beginnings

Love Blossoms

You said you liked my crooked teeth;
that it made me unique.


I liked your dimpled smile
and the way you leaned in,
listening intently as I spoke.


Maybe this is wrong,

but it feels right.


When you kissed me,
my heart was racing
and the whole world stopped.


I don't know what we're doing,
but it excites me
the way you touch me.


Even when your hand
strokes my arm
or caresses my knee.


I don't want this to end.

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